| Frances keep your mouth shut dear
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| We don’t want the neighbors 'round
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| With their ugly little schemes
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| That make the pretty world go 'round
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| And there’s a place in it for every one of us
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| I’ll keep the home fires burning
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| Only don’t make a fuss
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| And if you’re not impressed
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| With the wares life has to show
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| You can take them or leave them
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| They choose their own fare who say no
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| There’s some ugly little dreams
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| For pretty girls to buy
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| It’s enough to make you mad
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| But it’s safer just to break down and cry
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| It’s a battlefield Frances
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| You fight or concede
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| Victory to the enemy
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| Who call your strength insanity
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| What chance for such girls
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| How can we compete?
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| In a world that likes its women
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| Stupid and sweet
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| I bet you rue the day
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| The angels gave you your share
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| Of bright cornflower blue eyes
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| And golden hair
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| And there’s a lot of ugly little dreams
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| For pretty girls to buy
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| It’s enough to make you mad
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| But it’s safer just to break down and cry
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| It’s safer just to break down and cry |